We don't do moon shots anymore, but we still put a lot of stuff in orbit. Space junk gathers like killer screws loose from old Sputniks at thirty-five thousand miles per hour with kinetic energies of trucks. How long until all this stuff mashes itself into big menacing bands of debris? . . . A lot of machines up there, and some of them take pictures. Lots of pictures.
......Now we have gone deserts onscreen, places I went to not be seen. You click, scroll and zoom to ridges or valleys, but they were much more powerful when uncountable, and more than bent bumps in pixels on a screen. It's amazing. If resolution ever gets sharp enough, then some day if I click along some far-gone trail, I might see myself looking up at the sky, right into the Big Space Eye.